9. The grounds

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A warm breeze hit Lynn in the face as she opens the back of Carrie's mansion. The grounds at the back where huge and the front of the house concealed it from view. A hedge half green and half orange surrounded the whole parameter of the square grounds and cut them up into sections, almost like the blueprints of a floor of a house, each with there own soul.

Some full of chrysanthemums and others with nemesias, each section full of life, colour and a stark contrast to the house. The smell of the air was clean with a hint of pollen and the breeze had cooled with the setting sun.

Lynn could feel someone behind her and she spun around, it was Carrie.

"Gardening is my passion" she said with a soft smile on her face. "Everybody needs a passion or they become husks of a human" Carrie continues. "What is your passion?".

Lynn thought back to the silver birch, her room and the windowsill. "Art, my passion is art" she says with a surprising confidence then without thinking she pulled out the black spiral bound notebook from her bag and handed it to Carrie.

She has flicked though it Lynn immediately regretted her decision, what was Carrie thinking, did she like it, did she even know what it was. "Amazing!" she applauds.

Gently taking Lynn's hand she guides her over to a large bush with dense lilac flowers blooming. "Do you know what type of flower this is?" Carrie says gesturing to the plant.

"A Phlox" Lynn replied half saying and half askingly.

Carrie looked up and smiled indicating that she was right.

They spent the next part of half an hour getting to know each other and in reality, Carrie was not really the stuck up model that first impressions gave. Instead of half hearted effort in doing anything, Carrie was lively, she had entered the modelling business when she was a teen and she had never left but it wasn't ever what she wanted.

Lynn would never admit it but talking to Carrie was slowly diffusing her hatred towards her for taking her away from London and for her not being with dad.


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